~ At The Shrine of Your Longing ~

In this moment, I am surrendered To this mortal longing That arrives as a storm Through the fiery humidity Of a summers day And I welcome its coming Revealing the majesty of passion And these waves, That leave my soul awash Weak, yet exalted And breathless to the core Sweet infusion of immortal radiance It is not your scent that tantalizes even the most humble soul? And yet, in this flood of heat, My mind is lost, My senses reign supreme And I surrender to this Sacred devotion In this moment Of body to body Heart to heart Soul to soul At the shrine of your longing

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